Stargate SG-1 fic: Delirium

[jennickels]

#7 or 10 done for the fictionland challenge. More Jack/Sam goodness. Guess I'm in a shippy mood after all the gen fic I had to write last month.

Delirium
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam
472 words
rating: PG
WARNINGS:

Jack comes down with something on a mission and kinda, sorta confesses something to Sam. Much to her

Comments

The Fog of Truth, Part I

[thothmes]

Sam watched him as he slept. She had tried to rouse him, but found she could not, and as worried as she was, he was too heavy for her to move on her own without help. If the trip to the 'gate were shorter, she might have considered dragging him, but instead she radioed Teal'c and Daniel and recalled them. Daniel wasn't to happy about having to leave the graveyard with only half the stones recorded ("Without the full data set, I really can't draw any valid conclusions about the population here, Sam! I won't be able to tell what might have happened to them!") but as soon as he heard about Jack's condition, he agreed that the data could wait.

By the time Daniel and Teal'c had hiked back, the colonel's fever was appreciably lower, as Sam could tell even without a thermometer, and he seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Dark was drawing in. Sam decided that it might be best to let the colonel get a good night's sleep, provided he continued as he was and got no worse, and they would head for the gate in the morning. Teal'c deemed this a wise course of action, and Daniel agreed, pointing out that if they changed their minds, they could still head for the stargate if he took a turn for the worse, but that he for one would like a chance to eat something first, even if it did taste surprisingly and disappointingly like chicken. So it was settled.

The night passed uneventfully, although neither of the human members of the team got much sleep, what with the longer watches that made up a rotation of three, and their unconscious attempts to listen for Jack's breathing through the night. Whether Teal'c's kel'no'reem was similarly affected, he did not say.

With the dawn, Jack emerged from his sleeping bag, stubbly, sweat-matted, and moving with a bit of extra care, but otherwise normal. The only symptom he would admit to was being "a little stiff", although Sam suspected he felt a bit weak too, given the way he sat down before he would accept the cup that Daniel handed him.

"Daniel! I know you like to put all kinds of flavored crap in the coffee, and usually is isn't all that bad, but this stuff is like dishwater! What did you do to it?"

"I watered yours down, Jack. You need to take in more water, not lose it all. Coffee's a diuretic."

"I knew that! This crap isn't worth drinking. Get me some real coffee."

They figured that a colonel that cantankerous was definitely on the mend, and impatient with his own weakness, and prickly as a result. They were right.